sweet

something something something
this is a post about something

did you know
that when you're around
these darkened skies of mine
are brightened
like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds
a little window
of hope and joy

so i skip away

did you know
that when i see you
these rough waters of mine
are calmed
and a soft breeze blows
and the sunlight shines
as i move on

so it's another day

did you know
that when you're here
this little heart of mine
is thumping, smiling, crying, gliding
ever so glad
and full of love
twirling away

i know that we'll be okay

yep...
i dunno
strange mood i am in
strange things i am saying
warped grammar i am using
indeed

yeah

just another day
these days have been so packed and full of events
like some kind of explosion
whee!
some term i'm having
lost
completely lost
i wonder what i'm doing with myself

gah

sigh

lalala

and yet
i'm ok
i'm still here
still glad
to be me
i suppose
it's good
i suppose
i'm not aiming for so high in school anymore
i dunno
is that good
giving myself a break
just trying my best
and not hitting myself mentally for it if i do bad anyway

whee

i dunno

it's a strange life, this.

i'm
a traveller
i've been a traveller all my life
when i was born in australia
flying to and from hong kong
crawling up and down the stairs
that seemed to the the everest of the world back then
going to school every day
charting our route (the turn down the driveway, the road (something avenue) the mcdonalds, the shopping centre we went to every other day, the park, one of the three that were there, the gardening store, the highway, the dip, the kindergarten, the rise, on and on, the road, the swing set, the gate)
riding on my tricycle
riding on dad's bicycle
going to that park...
that house...
that room...
everywhere
going to singapore
another adventure
this time the shift was more internal
looking around
the buses
the trains
the walks
the paths
new house
up the hill
cycling
walking
talking
thinking
new school
new wonderful school
this strange, strange place
that in some ways
seems like home
yet like prison
yet like a dream
yet like the hardest reality
a wake up
travelling
now i was i
going
leaving
running away
turning back
i knew i couldn't go
cause
for once
i knew the journey was supposed to stay here for some time
yes
this place
this place
this place
no
not place
more than a place
the people
the things
the friendships
the happenings
the sounds
the memories
the dreams
the laughs
the tears
the craziest moments
the monotonous ones
the life
yeah
perhaps
just the life
here
here
yes here

and here this traveller is
and she wonders
where she will travel to next

where

and i whisper this to you